Sawtooth Spire a city that endures

Tonravik watched the cubs respond positively to the news, seeing none have more queries once their father explained what he would. She had no useful contributions except for her own howl that joined in with the voices of her family. The eldest son was quick to combat the third-born, which came of no surprise to her. The others were more or less behaved... Two subordinates came quickly, and she did not doubt that others might still soon come. Her eyes expectantly looked to the horizon, though when her cubs approached their newest recruit, Tonravik focused upon them.

Their curiosity was interesting. No doubt they would come to know this male more in the coming days, particularly if he desired to sleep among them. Their growth and development would be structured by the pack as a whole now, and her sons personalities would truly turn into what they would. But for now, they were who they were. They were no longer completely useless as they had been in her time alone with them, when they were blind, deaf, and dumb, and so she enjoyed them.